Anne woke, went into her dressing room, and rang for Joyce. It was but an hour before luncheon when they finally got downstairs, but she asked for a p...t of tea for the two of them in the breakfast room. They didn’t seem to have much to say to each other. What she wanted to say to Lionel is that she loved him. She feared, however, his reaction. He’d say the same, but he would be ashamed of the lie. She did feel, however, that she was enjoying marriage very much, and that Lionel seemed to be. He forced a sternness he wasn't feeling. "N-nothing. That's none of your business."She leaned over, her tits brushing his shoulder. He felt it catch fire through his shirt. "Well, you have me curious, especially after seeing you from this vantage point."No hiding it now, he thought, aware that her gaze was fixed on his acutely tented trousers.The subtle, feminine fragrance of her skin wafted in his nostrils; the tips of her long hair tickled his wrist.She thought about the times he rolled up. He puts his hand over my throat as he slides his cock into my mouth. He angles my head a bit as his cock goes further into my mouth. When he is satisfied with where my head is Coach H starts thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth. I can feel the head of his cock as it slides along the back of my throat. His balls are banging against my nose on his in strokes. Coach H keeps this up for another 5 minutes before he deep thrusts, holds still, and groans. I feel the cum shoot out of his. ”“SHIT!” Adams screamed again. He slammed his handset down into its cradle, snatched up the entire phone and hurled it against the wall. It snapped the cord and impacted so hard it shattered and fell to the floor in pieces.“BEVERLY!” He screamed for his secretary.“Yes, boss?” She poked her head around his office door.“Fire Simons! That idiot in Winthrop. Fire the whole damn bunch of them. Terminate them immediately and pay them off. But first, get me one of our local private investigators. One.